Tamed on His Desk
Nicholas hadn’t spoken to her all day.
Not after she left the photo on his desk. Not after she emailed the digital deck with the precision of a professional and the arrogance of a lover who knew exactly what he was doing under her skirt.
He was furious.
And that turned her on far more than it should have.
Because Nicholas Thorne wasn’t a man who got flustered.
He burned quietly. Viciously. Beautifully.
So when the intercom on Alina’s desk buzzed at 7:03 p.m., after everyone else had gone home, she wasn’t surprised.
She answered calmly.
“Yes?”
His voice was ice. “My office. Now.”
She rose from her chair slowly, already soaking with anticipation and dread.
He didn’t wait for her knock.
She stepped in, closed the door, and locked it.
Always lock it.
Nicholas s
